Nature, writing and walking have kept me well over the last 4 years. Even when I was really stressed and under pressure from bullying I didn’t go under. I am sure it was due to 3 actions that have helped me keep a sense of perspective and are becoming effective in protecting me from other people’s stuff. They are writing very morning, walking in nature and meditation .. As long as I do 1 out of 3 I am ok, if I do 3/3 I have a really good day, it helps me maintain my boundaries and provides shields… The shields smell of ginger, pepper and bergamot… Are better than defensive responses and are helpng me surf the BS and b**lks that I wrote about in November. 

This photo is from one of my favourite walks in Washingwell Woods – I have walked there most weeks for the last 6 years…love it, the combination of woods and running water soothes my soul.


Now what? 

I wonder what you get if you combine overachievement with people pleasing? Well I think I know the answer to that ..burnout and complete frazzle!! Knowing early warning signs seems to be sensible and knowing how to look after your mental health and well being might be a good idea.

My last post proved to be a turning point and has taught me to be circumspect about how I share my musings. I forget how egocentric some folk are and how they might read things into my blog.

I had a huge issue with my previous blog in 2015 when it was used against me by some nasty folk… My mental health was questioned and my ability to function in a responsible job. Those allegations and anonymous complaints led me to resign from my job … No hesitation, no doubt. Looking back on the experience has really helped me shape my values and principles. I am beginning to be grateful to those wishing me ill… They have taught me a great deal and as a new year is just around the corner it seems like a good time to make some statements about what I want to do in 2019.. I think I need to write my book about relatiomships in professional practice and the book about finding your oomph! for young people in transitions.

Get on with it and believe in myself and cultivate confidence

Enjoying my photography again and linking poetry with my thinking..

Just wonder if other people might read it …

Asking more questions

The last few weeks have been challenging – lots of memories resurfacing and emotions that are difficult to contain. I often feel that many people have huge problems with showing emotions.. Emotional intelliegnce being interpreted as complete control..put up, shut up and mask. I’m not very good at pretending ..during my counselling my intolerance of pretence and fakery came up a lot. I value integrity, authenticity and trying best for folk around you. I am finding it increasingly impossible to put up with bulls**t and b******ks. I keep finding myself surrounded by folk who spout forth words that are vacuous and just words – no actions and no deep work. I bump into individuals who are seeking status, esteem and power – espousing concern about people but really they are being seen to be concerned. Keen to gain promotion and cynically knowing that “care” is a concern, therefore they make public their interest but treat colleagues with disdain and derision. Selfish is as selfish will be – self absorption and individualism valued more than compassion. Competitive environments are toxic to me, I find it increasingly difficult to thrive when point scoring is evident and busyness the currency of comparison. Since my career hiccup in June 2015 I just can’t do busy, busy makes me anxious, busy depletes me. People busy being busy, people being noisy about being busy make me anxious. Anxiety depletes my energy and I know I’ll end up frazzled. Protecting myself from other people’s stuff is crucial at the moment ..I’m getting there having found that ignoring nonsense is key. Focussing on folk who impress seems important and that is what I hope to get better at doing. I don’t think I’ll tolerate people who think they are better than others, I prefer humility and generosity, courage over ambition. 

These are thoughts that needed noting today, not sure what it all means and what I’ll do with them. I do know I am finding my sensitivities  questioned and my sensibilities seen as trouble. Maybe people put up with stuff and they shouldn’t. I believe that stress testing is for bridges not human beings and that I won’t put up with stuff that becomes custom and practice, habits, and ways of doing things that serve the system and erode well being by ignoring personhood. 

I’m a bit cross at the moment and want to focus my energy constructively … I’m going to read, write and learn stuff this winter. We have a moral duty to do more about the harms we do to folk in brutal and dehumanised workplaces. My own experiences of the damage done due to people protecting their patch has taught me a lot. Fear is not a good way to motivate people, it is corrosive and I want to draw attention to where it happens. 

Asking questions

“Moment by moment we can choose to go toward further clarity and happiness or toward confusion and pain” (Chodron 2009, p. 1)

I am unsure about the wisdom of sharing my thoughts on this blog – I am uncertain about whether sharing ideas here might cause me damage – a career changing moment. I had blogged about my experience of depression and anxiety – malevolent forces used it to anonymously complain about me – that complaint was a defining moment. It really didn’t matter who had instigated the action – nor did it matter that I wasn’t mentally unstable and that the complaint was vexatious and rooted in lies. As soon as I read the complaint I resigned from my job – it was about integrity and walking away from a toxic and a potentially irreversible situation.

That experience was more traumatic than I had admitted – it is only now I can allow myself to appreciate the extent of what I went through back then. I still find it tricky to trust folk and I am still encountering some triggers in the workplace but I do seem to be able to function.

I am fragile BUT not broken.

I am sensitive BUT not so delicate that you can’t challenge me.

I do show emotions but don’t be afraid of strong ones – they teach us a lot.


Troublesome knowledge (1)

In this blog I am proposing lines of enquiry for the future – suggestions and possibilities – none of it set in stone but they are there to ask questions and suggest ways forward.

Disappearing down the rabbit hole of regret feels like a waste of energy and also a fairly self-destructive path to take. It feels like transformational learning (2) is just as much about stopping doing things (unlearning) as much as exploring new knowledge and new ways of working. Recognising damaging triggers and unhelpful habits might be just what is needed in bringing resolution to tricky times. Findings ways to share a message for others about not being too judgemental about what we are doing and that thinking that other people are deficient and useless may well be a reflection of own inner critic. Mindfulness and self-compassion have a huge amount to offer those of us who ride the treadmill of negativity. My inner monologue has been harsh and mainly critical for many years. I have not had any real sense of my own self-worth or confidence in my moral compass or professional skills before, during and after my career hiccup. There has often been a significant mismatch between my inner beliefs and how people have interpreted my actions. I clearly come across as confident and self- assured – competent, articulate and intelligent.  Verbal dexterity and a solid foundation of values has masked a chronic and searing insecurity, an attachment to naysayers rather than noticing can-doers and seeking affirmation. It seems an odd mismatch but one I have navigated in the last few years and has been knackering and self-defeating. Unwittingly the bullying and misrepresentation of my mental health 3 years ago has done me a great big favour – given me new knowledge and insight that no academic study could have given me.

Bringing awareness to those thoughts and feelings has made a huge amount of difference to my well-being over the last few months (3). Rather surprisingly, working in an elitist organisation with high ideals and aspirations has boosted my sense of purpose and meaning. I find I speak up at meetings with assurance and clarity – assertive but not strident. I confess publicly to being enthusiastic and passionate about knowing more about our student journeys within the institution. As a result I am finding allies and allegiances that I hadn’t expected to be there – I am thrilled that they are and I am hopeful that there are levers within the institution that will enable changes to attitudes that might make a difference for everyone. I have found that helping undergraduates understand themselves more holistically can make a positive difference to their learning experiences. Being kind and curious can be influential and keeping an eye on the sphere of influence instead of my sphere of concern helps conserve my energy and preserve it for the focus I find energising rather than losing it in wasteful and inefficient ways (4). Knowing that changing my approach to things is the only thing I can really influence has saved me from trying to change others – a great lesson that has taken rather a long time to learn.

It is still a work in progress but it does feel like I am more consistent and less reactive. The power of being proactive and finding what Ken Robinson calls your element (5) has made a huge shift in my work experience and one that seems sustainable and also one I want to keep learning from.


  1. https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s10734-004-6779-5
  2. https://www.learning-theories.com/transformative-learning-theory-mezirow.html
  3. Emotional Agility by Susan David http://www.susandavid.com/new-index/#about-the-book
  4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_7_Habits_of_Highly_Effective_People
  5. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Finding-Your-Element-Discover-Transform/dp/0241952026/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1534097622&sr=8-1&keywords=ken+robinson

Next steps – warning a long post!!!

I have been bruised and battered by a number of experiences over the last 15 years – from the termination of my PhD studies, bereavement and the drama of my career muck up and I now have a number of years of trying to make sense of it all. I am not sure I am anywhere near understanding it all and I suspect that might always be the case.

I don’t think I will ever really understand the motivation of the people who made me stop studying my PhD whilst letting others continue – I didn’t ask at the time because I was so shell-shocked by the decision.  I have spent many years avoiding thinking too much about the emotional impact but that hasn’t been helpful and returning to an academic job in a research intensive university has surfaced a great deal of thoughts and feelings about PhDs – their worth or otherwise etc.

I am very aware that there are many varieties of PhDs out there and one of my issues was that I was striving to produce the perfect thesis and that was never going to happen nor is it possible. I was very struck by Pat Thomson’s blog when she wrote about students being reluctant to share their writing (1) –  this is a sign of quite a complex issue and one I could really relate to in my experiences 15 years ago. I was writing when I could but I was never asked to show my writing on a regular basis – I wasn’t given meaningful deadlines and wasn’t required to evidence my thoughts. I am verbally articulate and easily distracted and I would have welcomed some help in getting me out of my stuck place and assumptions were made about my capability. That stuck place is still hovering in the background of my current experiences – I compare myself with others and always find myself wanting – I am not sure what is expected and now that I am realising that different subjects expect very different outputs in relation to their scholarly products. I can see how my perfectionism and chronic lack of self-belief ensured that I continued with self-defeating behaviours and that those behaviours are still stalking me now. Paying attention and being kind about all of this seems to be key in shifting “stuff”.

Getting my s**t together after the traumatic events of May 2015 has not been straightforward and the learning that I have encountered feels like it is very important.  I have a compulsion to share it and utilise it to help others who might be dealing with the erosion of hope and the erasure of credibility. I know I am not the only person to have been bullied, belittled, misrepresented and lied about – people will cover up and deny to protect their positions. They will also forget about it very quickly and greet you enthusiastically 2 years later as though they have never had a role in nearly destroying a person’s mental health – denial is quite something and I guess might be a survival response and motivated by self-protection.

When I encounter practitioners who resist reflection, avoid clinical supervision and appear to have a very small window of self-awareness I will now keep a good distance from them. I have learnt to avoid the mood hooverers and those seeking shelter in the victim corner of the drama triangle (2). I can spot these folk quite quickly and my burnout contributed to my not being help to spot them when I  made the decision to move from the University 4 years ago. I needed to be needed and the “good works” of the organisation I went to work with seemed a balm for my fractured soul – but it soon became obvious that the work done was mediocre and that the level of incompetence and delusion was scary and distressing.

I clearly remember realising, 6 weeks into the role, that I needed to develop an exit strategy and time limit my exposure to the toxicity and corrosiveness. I was fortunate to have leadership coaching sessions and found the time and space to reflect out loud about my thoughts, feelings and observations. This skilled analysis of my experiences certainly enabled me to escape before I was severely damaged by the malevolence at work. I was also extremely lucky to connect with one member of staff who had great integrity, gritty authenticity and a moral compass that taught me a lot about how we can work with compassion and honesty. Her wisdom and role modelling has ever since my exit been a constant companion and has provided valuable guidance and insight on numerous occasions – no doubt the very best outcome from a horrible time.

My move from higher education to clinical practice in 2014 went very wrong partly because I was stuck being 18 when I was interacting with many of my colleagues. The type of nursing I was observing and the personalities involved upset me and diminished my capacity to cope – I have only just begun to fully appreciate the limitations that I was working with in the last few months – distance and other similar experiences have illuminated what was going on.

Leaving nursing has been liberating and enabling – an unexpected and welcome experience. I am staying curious with the thoughts and feelings – following Susan David’s advice and using emotions as data not directions (3). Unlearning is definitely much harder than learning new stuff – noticing habits that need changing and also noticing the emotional variations attached to the transition from one state to another.

For many years I have longed to belong but have found this really difficult and have struggled to ally myself to a group or cause. Many of the people with whom I have worked have fallen short of my standards and have disappointed me a great deal. I now realise that much of this is a projection of my own self-criticism and a chronic lack of self-belief. I have become disillusioned and disaffected very quickly and am now aware of the challenge that habit creates in finding a space to thrive and flourish. Not feeling that I deserve anything else has been a chronic problem and self-compassion is teaching me to reduce the criticism and judgement.

All of this has contributed to a continuing self- knowledge that has surprised me and hasn’t always been very easy. I have navigated adversity and encountered superficial do-gooders who work to inflate their ego rather than working with a sense of clear purpose and meaning. I have become adept at spotting bulls**t and noticing the mismatch between rhetoric and reality.

I am beginning to recognise that these difficulties are helping me find a way of helping the students I work with discover a better way of being. Failure and muck-ups are great teachers and the lessons I have learnt are priceless and probably greater than the learning from the courses I have attended and the qualifications I have earned. Experiential learning hasn’t taught me academic discipline and critical thinking – those essential requirements of successful scholarship in many subjects and one that I find the biggest challenge. I also realise that none of my taught educational courses have equipped me with the skills of close reading, the discipline of writing complex documents or editing more than 4000 words. I find the undergraduates in the arts, social sciences and humanities have more thinking skills than I had fully appreciated or encountered before and they can articulate coherent and cogent arguments. Compelling and lucid they are truly impressive and I know I can learn a lot from working with them and I am confident that I can attain some of those attributes.

What I would like to do is move from musings such as this to an integration of the literature and read stuff and then position myself along with a synthesis of the existing evidence base. I am not sure how to proceed with this at this time and I guess I am also aware that I don’t actually want to write academic style work as that won’t be read by many and won’t have the  impact in relation to engaging the reluctant and the sceptical – the ivory towers of academia seem too lofty and removed from the lived experience of most people. However viewing my musings through a theoretical lens might be a way of raising my cultural capital (4) – increasing my sense of self-belief and self-esteem, increasing my motivation and giving me the fuel to propel myself beyond the stuck place I retreat to when troubled by all of this discomfort.

This blog post is a start and a way of writing as a way of knowing (5).

  1. https://patthomson.net/2018/07/09/not-letting-go-of-the-words/
  2. https://www.lynneforrest.com/articles/2008/06/the-faces-of-victim/
  3. http://www.susandavid.com/new-index/#about-the-book
  4. https://www.thoughtco.com/what-is-cultural-capital-do-i-have-it-3026374
  5. http://depthpsychotherapy.pbworks.com/f/Writing%2BA%2BMethod%2Bof%2BInquiry.pdf


Each day I am beginning to see how important poetry is to me and I am beginning to believe that I might be less apologetic about it and more confident about the good it can bring into people’s lives. I believe that reading and writing poetry can be a force for good and that attuning ourselves to the music, imagery and precision of a good poem can transform our perceptions. Within poetry workshops I believe it is possible to develop creative and generative spaces that enable participants to discover new ways of perceiving their thoughts, feelings and experiences. I am running a workshop next week that I will reflect on and I hope will contribute to my cultural capital – a growing belief in what the last 3 years has been about – finding my way in the world.

Anyway after a twitter chat that got me annoyed about nursing (again) I resolved to write a poem. Doing this will generate some data for me to look back on when I start writing my book!!

Double Homework

Timelines you just

can’t ignore.


Tweaks and changes,

fossilised thinking.





comment – not comment.

Will it make any difference?


Draw a line under

getting it right,


status ambivalent,

value ambiguous.